Kiss it better

It was a cold night before Christmas and you were at Neverland, watching "How the Cringe stole Christmas" and enjoying a hot cup of cocoa. It was pretty late and Michael still was at the studio adding the final touches to a new song he had been working on for the past month. You felt so lonely, though. I mean, it was Christmas Eve and you were all alone in Neverland, doing stuff you wanted to do with Michael. Sometimes you wished Michael had a "normal" -if anyone could ever say that- job, you wished Michael was not under the spotlight. That way both of you would be happier. Michael, on one hand, would not stress himself that much, as the paparazzi and the Tabloids would be out of the picture. He would have time to relax a bit, to do the things he liked without regretting it. Life would be way more simple for him. On the other hand, he would see you more often and would spend more time with you. Sounds a bit selfish, but... you really craved his presence, his touch... You craved Michael and his constant absence would make things worse. You sighed heavily once you drunk the last bit of your hot cocoa and stared melancholically the empty pit of the cup. 'It's Christmas Eve, Michael... come home to me earlier just for tonight...' you thought and a tear ran down your cheek.

"Ugh, just forget it. I'll go to sleep... He's not coming soon, anyway..." you angrily switched off the TV and slammed the cup on a counter. You felt hot tears streaming all the way down your cheeks as you headed to your bedroom. Once you did reach the room, all you did was to angrily jump onto the bed and tuck yourself under the sheets. That's when you started to cry harder than before. You could not control it. What you did next was to shove your face into the pillow and cry your eyes off until you drifted away to sleep.

A few hours later Michael's pov

"YN, love, I'm home!"

Weird. Everything seems so quiet. Too quiet to be honest. All the lights are off, except for the ones I just turned on. I hope my baby girl is OK.

"Honey, are you alright? Is everything ok? Are you sleeping?"

I shout once again just to see if I can get any answers. As I see that no replies are coming any sooner,

I quickly put off my jacket and shoes and head towards our bedroom. I can feel my heart beating so fast in my chest and it's almost like it's going to tear up my skin and fall on the floor. I'm really stressed right now.

"Please, baby girl, don't play tricks on me..."

I whispered as I entered the bedroom. Luckily, I saw her lying on the bed. She always looks so cute when she sleeps... I do not fully enter the room, I just stay right at the door watching her sleep. A frown makes its appearance on my eyebrows as I realize that my baby girl does not seem to be having a great time. I mean, she's twitching and mumbling in her sleep, something she rarely does, obviously only when she is upset or something is bothering her. And on top of that, I can hear her sniffing. Oh my God, was my baby crying? I slowly approach her and sit on the bed by her side. As I sit, I manage to take a closer look to her face; her cheeks are still wet and her nose is red from crying. Why was she crying, though? Did anybody hurt her or even worse did I hurt her? Either way, there is only one way to learn; I just have to wake YN up and ask.

"YN baby I'm here! I'm back!" I softly said as I fell on my knees and started to caress her face. My girl twitches a bit but does not wake up.

"Come on baby doll, it's me, Michael... I just came back from work and... and we need to talk..."

This time YN seems to be aware of my presence as she slowly opened both of her beautiful doe eyes and stared back at me.

"Michael... y-you're here... at last..." she says melancholically and her eyes start watering.

"Yes baby, I am... now, how 'bout telling me what's bothering you?"

Everything is so silent that I really start to believe she is deeply hurt and irritated by something.

"Mikeybear, do you love me?"

That question seems to be coming out of her beautiful mouth so naturally, that makes me think if anybody or anything makes her believe that I actually do not love her.

"Of course baby! I love you more than anyone or anything in this world... I love you more than myself... I would sacrifice everything just to keep you happy and please believe me when I say that's no lie..."

I softly whisper.

"Prove it then. Right now. Right here. By making me feel like the most wanted woman in the world."

"Better get ready then cause this is gonna be a looooooooong night..."

I reply huskily as I lick my lips. I unbuckle my belt and get ready for her special request.